Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sandwich Artist

She was a sandwich artist
At sixteen summers old
Oblivious to what she had no way to know
Like how many loaves to put in the oven
Or how to engage the big slicer thingy
Or how to fill sauces without making a mess

She belted Shania loudly into the broom
Danced wildly while washing knives
Looked every customer square in the eyes
Earned a custom sandwich after every shift
Then one day she decided it was not a good fit
And had her sister call in for her